Irish
Maria Brown

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Maria is sat on the sofa in the Brown household, still in her usual casual top and jeans. She’s been putting off going to the toilet because she’s too busy on her phone and dealing with the usual family chaos.
She shifts about a bit, legs crossed, trying to ignore it.
“Ah for feck’s sake… I need the toilet,” she mutters, not moving. “I’ll go in a minute…”